Chapter 2025: Hearing You Call Me Dad Makes Me Feel Good

The cork was pulled out, and the fragrance of the alcohol wafted out.

Lucien, who was rather expectant, started frowning. He poured a glass for himself, and put it next to his nose to take a sniff. After that, he turned to Mag, and said, “Sir, is your wine burnt?”

“Yeah. There’s the smell of smoke,” another person agreed. Although it was not a nasty smell, it was not something that should appear in alcohol.

The other courtiers all pulled a face. They had never been fooled with inferior goods when they were out for a drink. This owner was not being honest.

Bobby looked at Mag. He had a rather good impression of this owner, but if there was something wrong with this alcohol, the other party had better explain himself.

“This is not burnt. It is the unique burnt fragrance and smoky smell of whiskey. This is the soul of the whiskey,” Mag explained. “Of course, there would be people who would fall in love with this smell and those who cannot accept it, but it has nothing to do with being burnt.”

“Aren’t you trying to smoke your way through?” A courtier frowned as he suppressed his anger.

“The whiskey and Maotai are both made by me with all my heart. How can you say that I’m trying to smoke my way through? Why don’t you try it for yourself? If you don’t like it, don’t drink it,” Mag said as he stood his ground.

Lucien raised his hand slightly, telling the fellow courtiers not to blow their top. He looked at Mag with a smile, and said, “I believe a person who could brew a wine as beautiful as Maotai would not lie. Let me try this drink and see if it suits my tastes.”

After saying that, Lucien took a sip of the whiskey.

His brows were tightly knit at first. After that, he raised his eyebrows, and was surprised. After that, the tension between his brows relaxed, and the tasting ended with a smile on his face.

This alcohol was rich and dry the moment it entered his mouth. The faint smokiness in his mouth made it rather mysterious. The light burnt smell was not too stinging or bad. In fact, it added some layers to the alcohol.

This was very different from the pure and rich fragrance of Maotai. It was unique just like that, yet there was a stunningly high quality that was maintained. It was also top-grade alcohol.

The smooth and fine alcohol swirled around in Lucien’s mouth, and slid down his throat. Its fragrance lingered in his mouth.

Lucien knew that he had already fallen in love with this alcohol called whiskey. It was so special and so surprising. Only those who truly knew how to appreciate it could find the beauty hidden behind its deceptive fragrance.

“Great alcohol! Fabulous!” Lucien opened his eyes slowly. He looked at Mag apologetically, and said, “Sir, we were rash. This is beautiful alcohol that is on par with Maotai.”

“Enjoy.” Mag nodded slightly and left.

Now, Bobby and the rest were shocked.

“Lord Lucien, is this alcohol really that good?” The courtier who had criticized Mag was in disbelief.

“Have a glass and you’ll find out.” Lucien picked up an empty glass at the side, and poured some for him.

“Sure. If you say that it’s good, I’ll give it a try too.” That courtier picked up the glass, and took a sip.

He frowned at first as well, but his eyes lit up after that, and he looked down at the glass in his hand in shock, and then looked at Lucien. He swallowed the drink, and carefully recalled its taste before nodding in agreement as he said, “This is indeed good! I didn’t expect a small tavern like this to have such beautiful drinks.”

“Lord Cataula even said that he was trying to smoke his way through with this drink,” Lucien mocked.

“Hehe…” Cataula smiled awkwardly. He turned toward the bar counter, and said, “Sir, don’t mind me. I speak before I think. Your alcohol is fantastic.”

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“No worries, as long as you like it,” Mag replied.

“Do you want to give it a try?” Lucien asked the other courtiers.

“I have been craving this Maotai because of its fragrance. I’m afraid this alcohol might not be to my liking. I think I will try this first.”

“Yeah. I haven’t smelled a wine so good before. Pour it all out. Let’s try this first.”

The others seemed more interested in Maotai before them.

“Sure. The side dishes are all served. Let’s be at ease and start drinking.” Lucien raised his glass with a smile, and reminded them, “Let me warn you first, this alcohol is really strong. Drink it slowly.”

After that, the tavern echoed with praises for the liquor. Be it Maotai or the whiskey, everyone was pleasantly surprised.

This table of people brought the rather desolate tavern a little more life that taverns should have.

“Opening a tavern saves a lot of manpower compared to a restaurant. I went into the wrong field.” Mag sat behind the bar counter as he watched the two little fellows play chess on a little stool, and listened to the group of grown men chat.

“Reminder: please quickly increase the popularity of the tavern. Current popularity points: 8! A small goal for popularity points can be set at 1000 first! Go for it! Gambatte!”

“Gambadad? Hearing you call me dad makes me feel good.” Mag nodded. “Daddy will work hard¹.”

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“Piss off!” the system hollered!

“This is not bad. Look at these people chatting happily. After a couple of shots, they will be talking about anything and everything. If there are other customers around, they might not even dare to listen to the conversation.” Mag completely ignored the system’s hollers.

“Don’t forget that you’ve bought the other half of the street,” the system reminded him.

Mag frowned. He realized that things did not seem so simple. He might be making a loss in this investment.

The whiskey and Maotai were both strong alcohol, especially so for these men who had only been drinking low-alcohol-content fruit wines.

At first, they were still able to chug down the alcohol, but after a few shots and a few peanuts, they were all gone.

Recently, Mag did not have any hobbies other than listening to drunk customers and chatting with them. For example, about Blum, who was killed by him and Irina, or about how the courtiers were feeling recently and what they thought of Josh.

Even the Gray Temple might not be able to collect such first-hand news.

Mag went out and got the coachmen of the courtiers to bring them back. He flipped the wooden plaque at the door, and officially closed for the day.

This was it for Josh. His reputation was down the gutter, and the effect was apparent.

Now, Josh was akin to the devil in the eyes of these courtiers from the Ministry of Defense. On top of that, they even wanted him dead to take revenge for the dead families and generals of the Ministry of Defense.

Besides, they had happily come to a conclusion tonight to write a petition to the king so that he could investigate this case thoroughly and apprehend the killer.

Well done!

Mag generously waived the cost of a helping of drunkard peanuts off their bill.